Thursday, May 19

birdsong and undercover mustaches

me in the photobooth at the movies

Ever since happiness heard your name it has been running through the streets trying to find you.

~ hafiz

The birdsong is like church gongs outside, they are belling all over the garden. The secretive birds a-fluttter with their beaks of grass looking like undercover mustaches ~ the red headed house finches trying valiantly to build onto the chimney pipe ~ the newly-hatched crumpled blossoms on the tomato seedling...